#phcking deviants

[gatoradelord]

@just-a-phcking-deviant

[phcking-coffee-lover]

Evynn had been sitting at a desk, looking through the files of cases. Catching other deviants was something she had to do a couple times a week according to her Cyberlife deal. She usually picks one based on interest or just by random. When she finally chose a file, reading all the info on the case, she stood up. While she was out, Jade has asked if she could grab a snack from the break room for her, and Evynn had said yes. She walked into the room, looking at the mini snacks they had to offer.

@ask-the-lonely-deviant

Gavin had a pretty exhausing day. Fowler didn't want to stop shouting at him for not catching some man that stole earrings. Oh come on! They were the cheapest anyway! When he finally ended being shouted at, ot was time for a heaven. Coffee.

He went to the breakroom, rubbing his face tiredly, bags under his eyes were at their record size as was his days without sleep; he went to 10 day without sleep! He had to force himself to stand and don't crash into some table. He would kill for coffee... and here was his first target. An android, he could see the LED, he liked androids, but there were people around so... reputation! "Ey tin-can!" He shouted at the android and leaned against the table. "Bring me a coffee dipshit!"

[phcking-detective]

HC: deviants’ memories become “corrupted” and are influenced by emotion and perception just like human memories, sooo

Connor interfaces with RK900 and shares his memory files of Detective Gavin Reed, who has harassed, threatened, and physically assaulted him

RK900 activates fully prepared to [eliminate] this rogue police officer, as he wasn’t finished in time to actually receive orders to be a deviant hunter, so this will have to do instead

from the memory files transferred to him by his predecessor, this [Detective Reed] is clearly hostile, intimidating, and an active / immediate threat. yes, he lost the fist fight in the interrogation room, but that is largely due to the RK800′s superior construction versus more easily damaged human flesh (concussions, for example) and can be mitigated by military grade body armor and firepower, to which Detective Reed very well may have access, thus putting him on a more equal level (to the RK800 series, at least)

so please picture RK900 storming into the DPD, ready to Do Battle with Detective Reed [hostile  t h r e a t] and then

just

bursting out into confused computer static noises

t,he AOL dialup??

laughter

actual laughter. with pointing. because it’s like

Detective Gavin [t h r e a t] Reed in Connor’s memories:

[image description: scary screencap of Mr. X from resident evil with gavin Reed’s face shittily photoshopped on top and the text “BWA BWAH BWAH [kill bill sirens]” “as tall as Connor” “if you even scan me with your processors I’ll phcking kill you” “knew to hit Connor in the stomach bc that’s only protected by plastic, versus his face protected by metal skull, so clearly capable of tactical thinking even during acts of violence and cruelty” “androids have a habit of getting ... set on fire these days” “police brutality” “WILL point a loaded gun at your face and pretend to pull the trigger for laughs” “cool leather jacket” end description]

Gavin Reed in person:

[image description: Gavin Reed, but photoshopped to be much shorter and wider to look as ridiculous as possible, with the text: “I am just ,, widdle kreeture” “pwease yes steppy?” “I’m the birthday boy :(” “*simps*” “hrrrnggh I wanna fuck androids so bad it makes me look stupid” end description]

Nines deviates just from laughing so hard at this tiny ridiculous little man-rat his baby brother is so afraid of, you’re both so stupid, ahahahaha ... haaaa ... oh ra9

[monchikyun]

VIII. soulmates

“You wanna do it now… or?”

That has been his spontaneous plan in the first place, but when it’s about to come true, Connor starts hesitating. For some reason, he feels like he’s deceiving Gavin.

Maybe because he, as a matter of fact, is. The explanation he gave him was only a half-truth. A plausible excuse concealing his ulterior motives. For all he really wants is to belong to someone.  He wants to have a piece of Gavin etched inside of him for the times when he’s all alone and needs something tangible to bring him back from those bleak depths his mind likes to explore so. He needs a real proof of their mutual bond, so he can try and subdue his fear of abandonment.

It’s probably foolish, but he likes to think that they are bound together by their shared past. Gavin has been a vital part of his life for most of its span so-far, therefore it’s only natural that Connor would put so much importance on their relationship. But he hasn’t expected that one day he’ll hold desires which would go beyond what’s commonly acceptable between two friends. It seems to him almost sinful because he can’t give Gavin the things he’s most likely looking for. Connor’s not technically a man, barely a human being. Too damaged to hold much value anymore.

Even tonight, when his mind stopped working in the way it should and he had to be saved again, he wondered how the detective still keeps up with his ceaseless issues.

Connor can only blame himself for doing him such a disservice just because his heart has decided that this is the one missing piece to the puzzle of his cursed existence.

And he has promised himself to listen to his questionable rationale rather than what his tumultuous emotions tell him, but it’s getting more difficult by the minute. If only Gavin kept hating him, he wouldn’t be in this predicament then. Though it seems like his pretty friend is dealing with his own set of quandaries. His eyes are probing Connor like he’s trying to figure out the answer before he receives it, fingers restlessly tapping a furious rhythm on his knee. 

“If you don’t mind.”

He does a quick search for the right protocol that will allow them to proceed with this agreement. It will be like signing ownership papers, but with spoken words instead of pen and paper.

“Should I do something?” Connor loves seeing Gavin this flustered, it suits him much better than the frown he usually wears at work.

“Not really, just speak your name when I ask you to, I’ll do all the rest.”

“Didn’t think that deviants could still do that.“

“We’re pretty much the same as when we were before, it’s just that now we have almost unlimited control over the computer side of our being.”

“So I guess the human side is an unmanageable mess then.”

“You would know.”

Gavin laughs at that - Connor’s favourite sound that tempts him to join his friend and enjoy the moment for once, but he’s aware that just letting himself feel good would result in venturing further into forbidden territory. Even now he longs for some kind of physical connection. A small touch to alleviate the ache coursing through his high-strung body.

Soon.

“There. Now repeat after me: I, Gavin Reed, deem this android as my lawful property and will care for it in disrepair and fully-“

“Wait a phcking minute. There is no way I’m saying that.”

It seems Connor has gotten what he wanted out of that nonsense, so he secretly snaps a picture of his dearest blushing beauty and saves it among all the others he keeps for rainy days.

He gives Gavin a wide grin he has mastered over the year as compensation, so it’s a fair trade.

“Just your name is enough.”

He officially records his voice and scans his retinas so there is no doubt that he is owned by none other than the man who has rescued him from the hell of self-condemnation.

“Now I just need your fingerprint.” Connor opens his palm to him, letting the upper skin-layer disappear. An action that prompts him to interface with something,... someone. 

It’s not unfortunate that Gavin isn’t an android like him, but sometimes he wishes they were a bit more similar so they could communicate without having to struggle with words as they do on a regular basis.

“Press your thumb here.” Gavin looks captivated by the white plastic that shows who he really is, and the more Connor waits for him to do what he’s been asked, the more nervous he gets. It’s not like they didn’t hold hands before, so why does it still make him this self-conscious.

Maybe it’s because no organic human has ever touched his naked skin, not in any way. It’s not a big deal, but it still means something to him. He’s really grateful that Gavin gets to be the first.

A warm, calloused finger connects with his bare palm and Connor immediately closes his eyes, as if on instinct. He almost forgets to extract the print and assign it to the ownership file.

The sensation isn’t particularly pleasant, at least not more than when he wears his second skin, it’s just that he can’t believe that it’s actually done, that Gavin has indulged him with this whole impulsive process.

And now, he really has someone. Both in his heart and in his files. Of course, he has fragments of Gavin saved all over his system, but having an official link to the man is something else,… something special.

“Done.” He finally opens his eyes to see if the man next to him doesn’t regret getting involved in this.

But Gavin just studies him with an absent look, his eyes glossy like they’re about to dissolve and leak over.

“Thank you,” Connor whispers and starts putting his hand back to its default state.

“Don’t.” He’s never seen someone appear so fragile, so full of uncertain determination. “Can I?”

His trembling hand is getting closer to Connor’s, and oh yes, he has to at this point.

-

They sit next to each other in complete silence, hearts beating, fingers intertwined. No empty space is left between them in this precious moment.

“Hey, Con?”

“Hm?”

“Do you suppose androids have souls?”

“I’d like to think we do, yes.”

“...Will you be my mate then?”

Connor lowers his head on the most comfortable place in the world – also known as Gavin’s shoulder, and wills his tears away.

But when has he ever succeeded in controlling his feelings.

“Maybe I already am.”

And maybe he’s stupid enough to believe that as Gavin finally returns the gesture and lays his head on him, covering his soul in brilliant warmth.

@a-convin-new-year

[cybernetic-android]

"I’ve got you!" @phcking-coffee-lover

@phcking-coffee-lover

Jun-seo was talking to a deviated android, that he bumped into a few months ago. He was happy that he was able to help the other out. “I’m happy to hear that you managed to get a job. I hope it’s not too dangerous.” The deviant shrugged their shoulders slightly they re adjusted their hood. “It can be sometimes, but the human I work for is quite kind to me....”

The android smiled sadly and sighed. “At least you’re not getting abused again.” Then they heard someone yelling and before they could react, the detective was in front of them. The deviant was going to fight, but Jun stopped them. “It’s okay.”

[i-do-a-write]

The Android looked at the man sitting at his desk, directly next to him. There was… something about this man that called out to the Android. Something like pain. Maybe he wasn't sleeping enough? "Take a photo it lasts longer you over-glorified toaster oven" The man's sudden outburst startled Nines. "Over… glorified toaster oven?" It was obvious Gavin had made Nines very confused, his LED was showing a bright yellow with hints of red every now and then. But Nines brushed it off, “I’m glad you’ve found more insults, Detective Reed.” There was a faint smile on the android’s face. “Like I’ll ever run out of them, Nines.” The detective sat there, glaring at his screen, while the android analyzed the case the two were assigned. It was nothing important, just a B&E. Gavin’s mind was obviously somewhere but it wasn’t on earth, or in the moment. They sat in silence for a few hours until Nines looked away from his screen.

The android was definitely surprised. Gavin noticed the surprised face and looked up from his screen. “Whats up Tin-can?” questioned the coffee driven detective. “Is...That a child near Lieutenant Anderson?” Gavin looked over to see a sopping wet Hank, a dry child, and Connor, who was just as wet as Hank. “Did you swim here Anderson?” Hank didn’t respond… which was odd. Even for Hank. Nines looked at the kid, it was covered up with Hank’s jacket and Connor’s jacket. You could literally call them the parents of the precinct. Hank held the child close to his side, not allowing anyone near. Gavin glanced at the child, obviously disturbed. He got up and gave a worried glance at Hank. Nines was confused, as he didn’t really understand why Gavin was concerned over a small child. Hank gave a small nod, and as soon as Connor and Hank had arrived, they walked away to an interrogation room. “What’s the wrong Detective?” Questioned the RK900. Gavin just stood there, looking like an android who was shutting down or becoming deviant, which did cause concern with Nines. After a long painful silence between them, the man finally piped up “N-nothings wrong right now Nines. All is good.” The android tilted his head at Gavin “You don’t look o-” “I AM FINE.” Hisses Gavin as he walks over to his desk. Gavin sits down angrily and goes right back to his computer. After a quick scan, Nines detected his stress levels are at 50%. Nines preferred not to dig into his partner’s past since he moved from precinct to precinct. He could dig into Gavin’s past, but he doesn’t want to destroy his partnership with Gavin.

After a few awkward hours, Hank came over. “Reed I need you in the interrogation room. You may be our last hope.” Gavin looked up at Hank. “Isn’t Connor able to, maybe Ni-” “I need you.” Interrupted Hank. “Why me?” Nines stayed quiet, he didn’t dig into Gavin’s history yet, but he assumed that there was certainly something that lingered. “Because,” Hank didn’t say anything more, but he gave a knowing stare and left. Gavin sighed and got up. “Come along.” The man left and Nines followed him into the interrogation room. Connor looked through the glass, then looked at the new people who came into the room.

Nines opted for telepathic communication. ‘So what’s going on’ asked the RK900. Connor looked at the child again through the glass. ‘Hank and I found the young child in an abandoned house. The child insisted that his parents were coming back, but he wouldn’t tell us his name.’ Gavin and Hank quietly conversed in the corner, and Gavin looked nervous. Flashbacks? Definitely. ‘So...why Gavin as your approach? What went wrong?’ Questioned Nines. ‘Well, Hank went in first, knowing he had experience with kids. He tried talking to the kid in a fatherly tone… Didn’t work. I went in, the child proceeded to stay quiet. We need to know his name so we can file abuse. We even sent Tina! And that didn’t work!!’ Nines looked at the child, finally and tilted his head at the small nervous kid. Tina was with the child trying to get his name. ‘...Why Gavin. We both know that he is unreliable.’ Connor glanced at Gavin and looked back at Nines ‘He has...something in his past that we both don’t know about but Hank does. They both have the experience that we don’t have. We have to trust them. I’ll dig if you-’ ‘No, no I can dig for myself, Connor. I will be fine. I just… I have to get used to it.’ Retorted Nines. ‘I.... will be fine. But I do not want to dig without Gavin’s consent.’ Connor nodded, ‘Right, you’ve got the crush on GaViN~’ ‘Connor I WILL take a knife to your throat.’ ‘ok ok’ Laughed Connor.

Gavin stared at the child with sorrow. Gavin sighed and looked at Hank. “You really think so?” Trembled Gavin. Hank nodded solemnly. The man took off his hoodie and walked into the room. “Why...are we sending Gavin?” Nines questioned the lieutenant while looking at the interrogation room. “Gavin knows his way around this, I’m sure he’ll get to the bottom of this.” “Really? A short-tempered, smoking, caffeine-addicted, Detective? Handling a child?” Scoffed Nines. Hank sent a very stern father face. “Nines.” “What!” “You don’t know what he’s been through. Be. Gentle.” Said, Hank sternly. Nines finally hushed, but he asked one last time, “What happened to Gavin.” Hank sighed and looked at Gavin, who was obviously bonding with the child as they were talking about animals. “he...Had a rough past. He’s still healing, but he won’t open up. At least. Not to anyone in the precinct…” Nines stared into the room at what he wished was his boyfriend. “What happened in his past?” Questioned the RK800. “I wish I could answer but...Gavin would be at my throat if I dare tell. It’s best you figure it out yourself.”

Gavin comforted the child as he realized he was left for dead. This definitely hit close to home for the detective. “Hey, it’s gonna be ok. Trust me, it’s going to get better John.” John looked up at Gavin, teary-eyed, and sobbed “I th-thought they l-loved me…” Reed wasn’t one for crying, but his heart definitely broke as the boy sobbed in his arms. “John, it’s going to be ok. I promise, your grandmother will take care of you. She’ll help you, and if it comes down to it, you can always come to me.” Great, another promise to a kid he’ll probably never see again. Nines was certainly surprised how Gavin reacted. Hank smiled while Connor stood confused. John gave Gavin a teary smile. The two spoke for about an hour while the DPD alerted John’s grandmother. They had a cheerful chat about life, school, current news, androids, riddles, so many things. Hank turned on the intercom and spoke, “Gavin, John’s grandmother is here to pick him up” John was spooked and clung onto Gavin. “John it’s ok, your grandma is here to pick you up and take you home to a nice and warm bed, with some warm food and hot chocolate. Alright?” John nodded and got out of his chair. Gavin followed and offered a hand to the small child. John took his hand and they both walked out.

Gavin and John were soon joined by Connor, Hank, and Nines. John stood close to Gavin until his grandmother came into sight. John let go of Gavin’s hand and ran to his grandmother and they had a loving reunion. Gavin slowly let his mind drift. Nines noticed Gavin drifting, but he started to slightly shake. Hank and Connor left so the two lov-AHEM- detectives alone.

Gavin shook slightly while John and his grandmother left. “Detective are you ok?” Asked the android. “Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Gavin kept shaking though. Nines quickly got the detective’s hoodie and put it around Gavin. “I highly suggest you go home, Detec-” “I am fine.” Gavin walked away to his desk, against Nine’s suggestions. Nines quickly followed Gavin “Gavin you need to go home, you're shaking a lot right now and that is the cause for my concern.” Gavin wouldn't ever admit he needed to go home, he never admitted to weakness but Nines was making it so damn difficult for him to say 'I'm fine' over and over, seeing the concern in Nine's eyes every time he did say it. ”Go home detective. I'll deal with the rest from here. You need to go home and I won't stop until you leave the station.” calmly said the Android, it was obvious Nines wouldn't budge. Gavin groaned in annoyance and sighed, “Ffffffffine. I'll go home.” Nines gave a small relieved smile, “Good. I'll be here at the station working. You can call me or anyone else to talk to, or to at least have some company”

Nines obviously wanted to go with Gavin, but he couldn't risk their friendship by impeding Gavin's home life. But plot twist, Gavin wanted Nines to come with him too. Gavin shakily nodded at the RK900 “Got it… thanks for covering my ass while I'm at home... ” The Android smiled fondly at Gavin “Anytime Detective.” Gavin got up and quickly made his way to leave the station so he could go cuddle up with his cats. “Detective Reed! Where the hell do you think you're going?!” Fowler's voice rang out, causing Gavin to jump and probably got a trigger. “I told him to leave Captain Fowler. Detective Reed feels sick so I told him to go ahead and leave.” Gavin gained respect for the Android as he didn't say that he felt pity for the human because he was scared. Nines created a whole cover story for him just so he could escape. “Sick?” questioned Fowler. Nines quickly responded, “He has a raging fever” Fowler stood there while Gavin hid his shakes, then Fowler finally responded, “Take as long as you need Gavin. I can't have my detectives sick.” Gavin quickly nodded and left the station without another conversation. He quickly got into his car and sighed, “Phcking Nines… you can't do this to me…” He sighed, once more, and focused on how nice it’ll be to cuddle with his two cats while driving.

Nines started working, covering Gavin’s shift along with his. He wasn’t concerned with the amount of stress he would possibly encounter, but Connor was. Connor was a younger brother, but who was definitely older than Nines. Confusing, yes, but funny. “Nines are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Questioned the RK800. “I am very well aware of what I’m doing Connor, Gavin was obviously not feeling well so I told him to go home.” Responded Nines. “But, Nines-” “Enough Connor, I do not need a life story about how I should’ve taken him home and take care of him. I also don’t need an explanation of why I shouldn’t overwork myself.” Nines then turned to his work, but Connor was determined to send Nines home with Gavin. “Nines. He nee-” “Connor I am not about to go and risk my friendship with Detective Reed. I am not like you, I don’t have the guts to go and break into his home.” Nines was tired of the android’s constant badgering to ‘Get the boy’ as he put it. Hank ushered Connor away while Nines continued on with his work.

💙~~~~~💙

Gavin left the station at around 4, Nines checked the time as it was now 6:30. Connor and Hank left 30 minutes ago. Nines decided it was time to head home, but something didn’t sit right with him. He brushed it off and left the station. The android started his long journey home. It was still pouring rain, as it was Detroit. It was common. Nines didn’t mind the rain, it was peaceful to him, the sound of rain hitting the cold pavement. Creating puddles that the drops would then hit. Hearing the rain hit cars, umbrellas, stores, anything. Nines analyzed his surroundings until he got a call. The name of the caller was ‘Dipshit’. The android knew who called him and he instantly picked up. “Detective Nines, what’s your problem?” It was silent on the other side, which caused concern for Nines. “Detective Reed?” It was still quiet. The android’s LED went from blue to yellow. “Gavin are you there?” Questioned Nines. A small ‘mewr?’ came from Gavin’s side. “Gavin?” The cat mewed at what Nines suspected was Gavin. A small sniffle could be heard. “I know sweetheart, I should stop crying over this.” Nines’ LED glowed red as he quickly started walking to Gavin’s home. “Gavin are you ok?” “Wh-ah? H-hehh...smart cat…” Shakily laughed Gavin. “Are you ok? Do I need to come over?” Gavin’s cat gave an affirmative mew while Gavin questioned how much Nines heard. “H-heh, some company would be n-nice…” Nines knew Gavin wasn’t feeling well, but he didn’t expect it to lead to tears or a mental breakdown.

Nines’ voice was never really… human per se, but he sounded more human than android in this one moment, “I’m heading over, if you don’t want me over, I’ll turn around and head home.” This was Gavin’s one chance to be alone with Nines, out of work, and his cats made his choice for him. The cats objected to Nines going home. Nines gave out a small chuckle, “It looks like your ‘furry bastards’ made your choice, Gavin.” The man on the other side of the phone chuckled, “I guess they did.” Two mews could be heard. “I’ll be over in a few minutes, I will warn you I will most likely be soaking wet.” “Are you walking in the rain!?” Nines smiled and his LED slowly turned to blue. “Gavin I don’t own a car-” “What about Hank and Connor!?” “They left 30 minutes before I did, and even if they did I would still walk in the rain coming to your place.” Gavin couldn’t argue with the android’s logic and he gave up with this mini argument. “C….... Could you stay on the phone while you walk here?” Mumbled the detective. “Of course I can Dete-” “Gavin. Just… call me Gavin.” Nines gave a fond smile even though Gavin couldn’t see his face. “Gavin it is.” Nines kept walking while smiling, he really did love his conversations with Gavin, even if they sat in silence. “Nines?” “Yes, Gavin?” There was a small silence, till a cat interrupted it. “Sweetheart I know you wanna meet him, my fluffy bastards demand you walk faster” The android laughed and smiled “I'll try my best Gavin.” Gavin smiled, and unconsciously said, “You sound so human right now and I hope that never changes” Nines was caught off guard and smiled, there might have been a blush. “I'm glad you find my new voice nice, Gavin. I will try my best to keep it as human as possible” Gavin made panicked noises and Nines just fell for him even more. “Don't worry Gavin, I'll keep your secret, I'm about 5 minutes away.” “Wait how did you find my address? Wait, don’t answer that.” Nines laughed at Gavin’s stupidity and walked onto Gavin’s front porch. “Well, I’m here Gavin. I’ll meet you at the front door.”

Gavin hung up and walked over to the front door. Nines anxiously stood there. I mean, it was the first time Nines was ever THERE. It wasn’t every day you were invited to your crushes house. Gavin opened the door. “Hi…” Gavin nervously waved, coated with tears. “Hey.” Nines waved back. “May I come in?” “Uh, Y-Yeah!” Gavin opened the door trying to hide the fact that he teared up more knowing his android friend actually came. Nines walked in and admired the house. “Nice place.” Gavin shut the door and slowly made his way to Nines’ side. “Yeah, it helps when you’re close to Elija Kamski and cousins with him.” “That explains a lot about the house now.” Nines analyzed the fireplace, it was rarely used from his view. “So you’re all wet. Uh,” Nines realized his coat was absolutely soaked and his shirt was too. “Ah, I forgot I walked through the rain.” Nines took his coat off, hung it up, and walked over to Gavin’s fireplace. “What are you doing?” Nines gave a faint smile and started a fire. “Go ahead and sit down on the couch, I’ll take care of you.” “Take care of me?! That’s not wh-” “Get on the couch, Gavin.” Gavin sat down on his couch and a fluffy cat walked next to Nines. The cat sat down next to Nines as he started a fire. The cat glared at the android figuring out if he was friend or foe. “Ease up Misty, he’s a friend.” The flame grew into an actual fire and Nines moved away from the fire, gently petting the cat. Gavin hid a sniffle but it wasn’t well hidden from Nines “Are you ok Gavin?” The man slightly nodded yes but his eyes cried no. Nines picked up the cat and gently sat her down in Gavin’s lap. “Enjoy the fire and the company of the cat, I'll make you something warm to drink. Is that alright or do I need to stay near?” Gavin just fell more in love with a robot. “I... don’t know what I want…” Nines stood there and gave a gentle smile “Then I guess I’ll stay here. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but I’m here” Gavin looked at Nines with a small tearful face. The android slowly sat down next to Gavin and looked at the fire.

“You probably already know why I’m panicking.” Nines hesitated on his words. “I...Actually don’t know.” Gavin sat in disbelief. Why wouldn’t Nines know? “Why don’t you know” Questioned the man. Nines slightly fidgeted with his hands. “I...Prefer that you’d tell me rather than having me barge into your business when it’s not my business.” Gavin gently pet Misty and looked into the fire. “So, you’d rather I tell you than find out yourself?” Nines nodded. “It’s… a trust thing. I don’t want to lose your trust or we would become horrible partners.” There was an awkward silence. All that was heard was the crinkling of the fire, Misty’s purrs, and the pitter-patter of the rain. Gavin had a new trust for Nines knowing that he actually opted not to look into Gavin’s past and wanted him to explain it. I mean, yes it was a risky subject with Gavin, but, Nines wanted to know what happened through Gavin’s perspective. They both stayed quiet. “Why...Are you upset? Why were you the only one who was able to speak with the child?” Gavin pulled a blanket around himself and sighed. “The kid was supposedly abandoned. Which hits close to home for me. I…ngh. It's difficult to talk about.” Misty cuddled up against Gavin offering comfort. It was then Nines noticed Misty was an android. “You… have an android cat?” questioned the Android. “Uh... yeah! I rescued her off the streets, kept her warm, and taken care of. In return, she takes care of me.” “I thought you hated androids?” Gavin slightly sunk into the couch and looked away nervously. “I…don’t really have an answer..” Nines gently touched Gavin's shoulder, “Gavin it's ok. I don't think any different of you.” Gavin looked at Nines with tears. Poor thing thought Nines. “I… should probably talk about th-this..” the man choked back tears. Nines' gaze softened and he offered to hold hands. “I know this seems, what you'd call it 'gay' but it doesn't count if I say 'no homo' right?” Gavin smiled and chuckled at Nines' attempt to be hip. “Don't laugh at me! I'm completely useless in this situation!”

After Gavin's small giggle-fest he calmed down and slowly remembered about how he felt at that moment. “You really came… I thought you were spitting bullshit.” Nines gently smiled, “And leave my partner to deal with it by himself?” Nines' smile turned into a concerned face, “I've heard from Connor what Hank has attempted before Connor worked with him. I'm not going to risk you doing the same.” Gavin actually felt cared about, which was rare. The man teared up and let a small sob slip. Nines had never really encountered crying from Gavin, but it did cause his LED to change to red. “S-shit did I do something wrong? Do I need to go?” Nines slightly stood up worried he ruined his chance to explain his feelings. “Stay…please…” Gavin's voice was heartbreaking, tears were slowly falling down his cheeks. Nines quickly sat back down next to Gavin and started worrying about him. “Do you want something to drink or h-human contact? I can call Tina if yo-” “Shut up. Just... Shut up. I…” The human hesitated to speak as a surge of emotions hit him. Fear, want, need, all bastards to Gavin.

“I… need you.”

The android looked at the man. “I understand if yo-” “No, I’ll stay. I’ll stay as long as you wish, Gavin.” Gavin leaned onto Nines. Misty cuddled up between them making sure Nines didn’t try anything funny with her owner. “It’s going to be alright Gavin.” “Did you pick up my calming skills?” Nines gave a small smile. “Perhaps I did. Why?” Gavin smiled. “I’m surprised you even picked it up.” “Well, it’s a good skill to learn.” Reasoned the android. “Are you going to treat me like a child?” Nines gave a small laugh. “If it comes to it.” Gavin smiled and laughed. “Now… If you wish, we can speak of your past. You don’t have to. It’s all up to you.” Gavin looked at Nines, who was completely calm, and back at the fire. “I might. Thanks for the fire.” “You’re welcome. It was a tad cold in here and I thought the sound of the fire would be peaceful.”

Gavin gently pets his android cat. Nines spotted a small cat and beckoned him over. Gavin smiled at how sweet Nines was being. He never expected an android as stern as Nines to be sweet to his cats, and him. Out of all people, he was being sweet to Gavin. The small fluffy cat slowly approached the android. “Hello there.” Nines offered his hand out to the cat. The cat glanced at the android, then at Gavin. Nines didn’t move an inch, he waited for the cat to approach him rather than pick the cat up. The cat sniffed his hand, the android’s skin slowly retracted in the area the cat sniffed, which spooked the cat, but just a bit. His android sister did the same, so he was indeed used to it. “That’s a first.” Said Gavin as the cat climbed onto the couch and sat in Nines’ lap. “What’s new?” Asked the android. “Well Kaleb doesn’t like being near new people, so seeing him cozy up against you, it’s a new sight.” Nines smiled as he pats Kaleb. “He seems to like me.” “Maybe he knows you’ll be staying for much longer than a normal visitor.” Nines looked at Gavin who was now regretting what he said. “I’ll stay for a year the-” “Nines you dick!” Nines laughed and continued petting Kaleb. The two fell down the staircase of love, it was obvious. Even to the cats!

“So.” “So…” Nines cuddled Kaleb and Gavin cuddled Misty. “...Wanna talk about it?” Asked Nines. Gavin stayed quiet until a quiet mumble slipped from his mouth. “Yeah…” “Do I need to get anything for you?” Gavin scooted closer. Nines gently pulled a blanket over Gavin and comforted him. Gavin sighed and slowly let his guard down. “I’ll be right here.” Nines tilted his head and gave a comforting smile. “I promise I’ll take care of you.” “Nines don’t pull a Connor on me.” Chuckled Gavin. Nines smiled more. “Now, talk about your life.” Gavin sighed, “I...ngh… When I was young my parents...They didn’t really like me per se. My father drank because my mother cheated. They argued every day, they got violent, verbally abusive.” The color in the detective’s eyes slowly faded. “I got in the crossfire multiple times, their anger for each other united into one major hate for me. I got hurt, I got scars, I’ve gotten emotional damage.” Misty curled up on Gavin’s lap and attempted to comfort the man. “One day...they just…” Gavin shook his head in disbelief. “Left. They just… up and left. Didn’t take anything with them except their wallets and tech. I was even lucky that Elijah’s mother took me in.” Nines’ LED turned from blue to red. “Elijah’s family came for a visit and found me by myself. Hearing John’s story...it...it really hit close to home. Closer than I’d want it to be.” Nines looked at Gavin as he glared into the fire. “They didn’t...they didn’t come back.” Tears slightly formed at Gavin’s eyes. Nines gently pulled Gavin close. “Do you still have the scars?” Questioned Nines. Gavin looked a tad nervous.

Gavin hesitantly traced the scar on his nose, which was covered by concealer. “I...Uh…” Gavin bit his lip. Nines cuddled Gavin. “You don’t have to answer if you’re not ready, Gavin. I want you to feel safe.” Gavin let the tears flow, he actually felt safe with Nines. Misty, Kaleb, and Nines all panicked and hurried to comfort him. Gavin slowly fell into Nine’s chest while Misty and Kaleb watched every move Nines made. They wanted their owner a good significant other and if Nines played the right cards, he could stay. Nines gently wrapped his arms around Gavin while he sobbed into his chest. Gavin sobbed for about 30 minutes. He slowly calmed down but didn’t move away. “You ok Gavin?” Gavin slightly nodded and looked up at Nines. The bitch was tall. “Just...let me go do something real quick…” Gavin got up and walked away, leaving Nines and the cats by themselves. Misty and Kaleb sat next to Nines comforting him, as Nines believed he fucked up. The android was concerned while the cats comforted him.

Misty is done with Gavin’s bullshit.

Misty had enough and got up to go find where her owner was. Just before she jumped off the couch, Gavin came out. “Sorry. I had to do something.” Gavin was covering his nose. Nines got up, and you could swear you were watching a romantic drama. The cats scurried off to get popcorn. “Gavin…” Nines slowly approached Gavin. The man slightly stepped away. “Yea??” Nines slowly reached for Gavin’s hand and was ready for Gavin to pull away, but he didn’t? Nines gently moved Gavin’s hand away from his face. “It’s a horrible scar. Be honest.” Nines gently pulled Gavin close. “It isn’t Gavin. Now, this will be considered cliche but, it makes you...you.” Gavin looked ashamed and looked away. Nines tilted Gavin’s head up and gently kissed Gavin’s scar. Commence the android’s panic. “Did… you just kiss my scar?” Nines’ LED turned yellow. “Yes?” Gavin gave a small smile, “What prick programmed you to do that?” Nines smiled fondly. “I would have to put the blame on me, I am deviant, after all.” Gavin chuckled and looked up at the very fucking tall android. Nines smiled at the short ass man. Gavin glanced at Nines’ lips and slowly questioned the urge to kiss him. They shared loving glances till Nines made a move.

Gavin’s heart rate increased as they both leaned closer to each other. They moved closer till their lips touched. Just as quickly as it started, the kiss ended. Nines held Gavin close while they shared small happy and confused noises. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…” Gasped Gavin. Nines giggled, “Is it ok if I say the same?” Gavin and Nines shared the smile of ‘oops haha’ and giggled. Misty and Kaleb came into the room and proceeded to attack their feet. “Seems the cats have taken a liking to you.” Nines smiled and answered back in the same tone, “Seems I’ve taken a liking to you” Gavin chuckled and looked back up at his tall ass android boyfriend. “So...how would you like to stay the night?” Misty mewed ‘How would you like to stay forever?’ Nines smiled and kissed his boyfriend’s scar. “Of course.” Gavin would've stood on his tippy toes just to kiss the giant, but Nines leaned down so the man could wrap his arms around the Android's neck. Nines sweetly kissed Gavin and Gavin died from gayness. The android smiled, gently picked his human up, sat down on the couch, and sat the human on his lap. Gavin cuddled up into Nines' chest while Nines hugged him from behind.

:D

[deviant-is-that-what-i-am]

Emmaline tilted her head as she analyzed him while he spoke and moved about. His heart rates accelerates when she mention her creator and the man’s relation to him. Had Emmaline upset the man? He looked panicked and let controlling his expressions the next but his tone still suggest that he was angry. The female Android couldn’t figure out if it was rhetorical question or not.

“I’m sorry Detective Reed, have I upset you? You heart rate is up, your breathing is heavier, your micro expression is twitching, and your fists are clenched. The name of my creator upsets you, are you mad because he made me. An Android which I’ve heard that you aren’t too fond of either especially one named Connor, RK800 was a prototype made to help the police. I’m the newest model of AX400, I can take care of the house, family, dog, and everything else. I believe you humans used the word caretaker possibly? Captain Fowler says we’ll be spending a lot of time together, you and me, Detective Reed. I hope I can be of great assistance to you.”

@phcking-prick-dbh

closed starter for @deviant-is-that-what-i-am

Gavin didn’t like hearing the booming yell of Fowler’s voice from across the bullpen. It was never a good thing, especially when it was just “Reed. My Office. Now.” Usually meant Gavin had fucked something up which was not something that the detective could afford right now. He was constantly trying to work his way up the ranks into sergeant, only to have no one seem to see his efforts. That had been all he really wanted, all he had been fighting for for years. Was the goddamn promotions, that no one ever seemed to want to give to him. Maybe they were right and he didn’t deserve them. 

Either way, Gavin climbed the stairs into Fowler’s fishbowl office, and stood at the back of the office, his back to the wall. “What is it Captain?” He asked trying to keep his cool, just to prove to his superior that he was able to keep his cool, that he could handle this. Anything to just get them to see he would make a good sergeant. Over the years he’d gotten a little desperate, overworking himself constantly to try and prove himself. His mental health was deteriorating, his physical health wasn’t too much better and his home sure started to look like shit. 

“What do you need?” Gavin Reed was tired.

[gatoradelord]

Outsiders oc comic plus darry heheheve with @just-a-phcking-deviant

[phckingusername]

Guys I'm sorry I know I'm talking a lot but I'm just so excited.

Holy shit my dudes Richard is a fucking BABY!!!! Hes like 8 months old in my story And he's only been deviant for like 3 of them.

And y'all remember this little bit of info?

["Malfunction huh? Anyway did you hear me? I said thanks for coffee. It was really good."

"You're welcome Detective. However, I have you to thank for teaching me how to in the first place."

Gavin tuned his gaze away,"Yeah. Forgot about that. How long ago was it?" He asked.

"January 13th 2039. My first day on the job." Richard smiled back at Gavin.

He looked so happy thinking about it. As if it were a good day. It hadn't been.

Gavin hummed thinking back on when he first met Richard."You've come a long way haven't you?"

"I have." Again with the smile and Gavin felt himself begin to blush.]

Gavin "I phcking hate Androids" Reed taught a non deviant Nines how to make coffee. I actually already have that scene all planned out in the prequel.

[fandom-necromancer]

Ghosts of the past

This was prompted by an awesome anon! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed1700 (Warnings: implied past abuse, manipulation, mentioned forced drug intake, drug abuse)

[Part2]

‘I don’t feel too good about this…’ ‘Me neither, but I can’t think of any other way, unfortunately…’ Nines swallowed, looking Connor in the eyes. It was hard to look into these eyes when he normally was the one telling Nines to forget about the mission for a while. Whenever Nines sunk a little too far into his comfort zone of code and orders, Connor was there to remind him he didn’t had to follow it. He was allowed to indulge in his emotions and listen to his wants. Now that their roles had changed it really made him think about how compromised he really was with this particular case.

‘Nines, we need that confession. You know that.’ ‘I know Connor!’, the android yelled with frustration. ‘I know, but I’m not sacrificing Gavin’s mental state, health or career, just because some criminal decides to play with us!’ Connor sighed. ‘Do you think I want that? Nines, he matters to me as much as to you, I’d rather die myself than see him hurt. I’m just saying we should ask him and not decide for him just because that makes us more comfortable.’ Nines sighed, nodding. ‘His sense of duty will make him say yes.’ ‘Maybe, but it will be his decision. He’s a grown man and we will be there for him should anything happen. Come on.’

Gavin immediately shit was about to go down as both androids exited the interrogation room heading his direction. Both their LED’s were yellow bordering to red and knowing just who sat behind that door, Gavin knew exactly what must have happened. Still, he tried to look optimistic: ‘And? What did you find out?’ Nines looked aside, arms crossed over his chest, while Connor put up a fake grin that should be calming. So they both were disagreeing about their way of action. Gavin wouldn’t dare saying he knew what was going on in their heads most of the time, but he could read their emotional state like nobody else. ‘Not much’, Connor answered him. ‘He refuses to speak with anyone but you.’

Gavin swallowed and lowered his head. ‘Well phck’, he cursed, accepting his fate. ‘Guess I’ll go talk to the asshole then.’ ‘You don’t have to’, Nines immediately stated, taking a step forwards when Gavin stood up. ‘You don’t have to talk to him.’ ‘Nines, I have to if we want to get a confession, right?’ ‘He didn’t say anything about confessing’, Connor corrected. ‘Just that he doesn’t want to talk to anyone but you.’ ‘Yeah, well, that’s basically the same thing, isn’t it?’, Gavin huffed determined. ‘It’s been years, I think I can talk to the asshole if it means I won’t see him for a long time, because he’s locked up. I’ll manage.’ ‘We’re right in the next room observing’, Nines tried to reassure him, knowing arguments wouldn’t help. ‘Then I’ll try to give you two a show, huh?’, Gavin joked and took the lead towards the interrogation room.

He heard the others following him and tried to keep his composure for as long as they saw him. He knew they worried about him. Hell, Gavin worried about himself. It had been a long time since he had last seen David Smith and he wouldn’t have complained if more years had been added to that. And his confidence in his ability to keep calm and professional around him was fragile at best. But they needed that confession and Gavin would get it. No matter the cost.

He took a deep breath before opening the door and entering the room. He didn’t spare the man sitting across the table any mind, sat down and slammed the file on the table in front of him. ‘Your name is David Smith, is that correct?’ He stared strictly on the papers in front of him. ‘Yes.’ Oh that phcking voice. That goddamn soft voice that reminded him of all the times this stupid phck had him wrapped around his finger. If he could, he would have thrown up already, but as it was, he kept up his neutral façade. ‘State your age and occupation.’ ‘Thirty-nine. Freelancing salesman.’ Gavin could hear the asshole’s sly grin in his words and narrowed his eyes. ‘Come on, Gav. Why so stuck-up? Not happy about seeing your man?’ ‘You will address me as Detective Reed, Mr. Smith’, Gavin commented sharply. ‘And I’d appreciate you staying on topic. Does “freelancing salesman” include the producing and selling of illegal substances by any chance? We found copious amounts of drugs, mostly Red Ice and cocaine in your flat. Additionally, there have been accounts of eyewitnesses depicting you handing over those substances to others. The evidence clearly speaks against you, but a confession might increase your chance at a decreased sentence.’

‘You’re still as beautiful as I remember you.’ Gavin felt himself shudder but ignored the goose bumps in his back. ‘Mr. Smith, I doubt you understand the situation you are in.’ ‘Hmm… all professional, aren’t we, Gav? I remember I could get you to be pretty unprofessional in a matter of seconds.’ Gavin couldn’t help but look up. It had been a mistake, as the man’s grin widened, and those eyes captured him once again. ‘Ah… So you remember too.’

Gavin sighed and closed the file. ‘Why the phck did you refuse to speak with my partners? David, we’re over and done with. The years with you were some of my worst and there is no way I will ever want that back.’ The man smirked at him. ‘So they are your partners? I thought so, they’re your type. Tall and strong enough to put you in your place…’ Gavin ground his teeth and stared at David with eyes that could kill. ‘Are you selling drugs again? Who are your suppliers? Who do you keep around to test your phcking new creations on?’ ‘Come on, babe, you were more than just that for me.’ ‘I asked you a question asshole. You said you’d talk to me. I’ve yet to hear a single word that’s worth the air.’

David leaned back and grinned. ‘Oh, please Gavin. You pretend to be so high and mighty. You can’t put me behind bars. In fact, I know I will be walking free in a matter of hours.’ ‘And why should that be?’, Gavin asked. ‘Charlotte 2.0.’

Gavin’s eyes widened and he had to hide his hands beneath the table because they were shaking too much. In one quick motion, he took the file and left the room. Only to sink against the closed door as his knees gave in. Not much later Nines and Connor came running to his side. ‘Gavin! Are you alright? What the hell happened in there?’, Connor asked, obviously scanning his vitals. ‘Who… What is Charlotte 2.0?’, Nines asked. Gavin concentrated on breathing first, speaking second. ‘We have to let him go’, he whispered desperately. ‘We have to.’ ‘What? Why?’

Gavin stood up and walked away from the door. ‘Charlotte was an android. Non-deviant. His fail-safe. Remember how I never wanted to tell you how I got out of that relationship? I killed her. Killed her and ran, moved and stopped talking to anyone I knew. Deleted all accounts and made new ones.’ ‘You did what?’, Nines asked. ‘Yeah, she was just a machine, okay? It was the only way out. I… David is anything if not prepared. Charlotte had the single task to gather as much information as she could. That means he can notify any gang, any lab, drug den or dealer in the city they have been compromised. With a single word from him, she can make every current operation in narcotics null and void with everyone alarmed.’ ‘Then why did you kill her?’, Connor asked. ‘Because she also keeps tabs open on everyone dear to the people he wants to keep in line. I’m not an idiot, I realised what I had fallen into a week after we first met. But I could only run years later because she was dead and couldn’t hold my family and friends at gunpoint in secret.’

Connor and Nines stared at each other. ‘So we need to find the android he uses this time.’ Gavin shook his head. ‘I doubt he will be dumb enough to make the same mistake twice. I’d guess Charlotte 2.0 is a program ready to unleash all the gathered information if something goes wrong.’ ‘Then what do we do? Search his apartment again?’ ‘Would be a good start.’

Less then twenty minutes later, Gavin, Nines and Connor sat in a car driving towards David’s apartment. ‘You did good in there’, RK900 suddenly broke the silence. ‘I worried for you.’ ‘We both did’, Connor added. ‘But it’s good you decided to go.’ ‘I just want to end this shit’, Gavin sighed. ‘I don’t want to think back to it, and I’ll sleep the hell of a lot easier knowing the asshole is behind bars.’ ‘Couldn’t put it better’, Connor nodded. ‘You want to come with us?’ They had parked the car and Gavin looked up to the apartment complex he knew far too well. ‘Yeah, I’ll come. Don’t like it a bit, but I might be of help.’

They exited the car and made their way up using the shitty rumbling elevator Gavin despised. Not only that you had to fear the damn thing giving in any moment, the memories of how he had been slammed against a wall, barely conscious with the bastard’s lips all over his body… No, he refused to think of that. He refused to think of anything but him being here to put an end to it all. He felt two reassuring hands on his shoulders as the door opened and gladly let them exit first, following the two androids towards the apartment Gavin had never wanted to see ever again.

In the end it didn’t look too different to what he had gotten to know: the flat was messy, clothes thrown around, empty mugs and take out containers stood on the kitchen counters and table. The dead plant that had been Gavin’s company throughout many drying-outs from some experimental drug high, still stood on the windowsill rotting and gathering dust. ‘Would you rather wait outside?’, Connor asked, but Gavin shook his head. ‘No. Thank you, but we need to find Charlotte 2.0. I’ll help.’ They systematically went through every corner and every drawer. Gavin found a few disposable phones he couldn’t activate; Connor was long sitting on the couch interfacing with a laptop while Nines was somewhere in the bathroom.

Gavin was waiting for the next phone to charge enough so he could try to get to any contacts or other data on it. He tried to concentrate on his task, but waiting hadn’t exactly sat right with him for most, so he ended up lost in memories he hoped to rather forget. Two years of his life just gone and wasted. Who knew how many years of his life the drugs had taken from him? The lies he had told. The things he had done to keep David safe. No, to keep those dear to him safe. He looked up at Connor. Did David know of his relationship with Connor and Nines? Did he know how happy he was with them, how much he loved and needed them? Was Charlotte programmed to cause them harm too? He didn’t want to imagine what would happen would they not find whatever failsafe David had thought up this time. If they had to let David go. Phck, no, they had to find it. They-

‘Nines!’ Connor had stood up and placed the laptop on the kitchen counter next to Gavin. ‘I found something, but you are better at this.’ RK900 hurried out of the bathroom and joined their side. ‘Better at what?’ ‘At breaching the security measures. I think I found this Charlotte 2.0, but I can’t access it. It’s protected with a password and I can’t get past it. The system looks everything like an android mind to me. Or at least the security is similar. I can’t get in.’ ‘Okay, let me try.’ Nines reached for the laptop to interface and Gavin watched how his LED spun faster and faster as his brows furrowed. It only was a matter of seconds, but that alone should have told Gavin something was wrong. When the android stepped back desperately looking at the computer-screen asking for a password. ‘I can’t get in either. We need the password.’

‘How many tries do we have?’, Gavin asked. ‘Three’, Connor supplied. ‘We can’t just trial and error the solution.’ Gavin stared at the keyboard, then turned around to look at the apartment. ‘Try Gavin Reed.’ ‘What?’, Nines asked. ‘Darling, we can’t just try it out.’ ‘Listen’, Gavin sighed. ‘I wasn’t the only one David tried his drugs on. But it… It was personal with me. In some twisted way, he really loved me. Why else pull such a damn stunt? He could have just moved to a different place and continued on with his business. But he stayed, he kept dealing right under our noses after I left. The asshole wanted to be found. And we don’t exactly have much time. Try my name, if it doesn’t work, we still have two tries left.’

Nines stared at him unmoving, but Connor took the chance and typed in “Gavin Reed” Then he hit enter. The screen cleared to give access to code Gavin didn’t understand. But from the way Nines and Connor interfaced with the device immediately he took it had worked. ‘It’s deactivated’, Nines stated, stepping back. He looked at Gavin, who had pulled his arms around his middle and looked to the ground. ‘Thank you, Gavin. Let’s get this Laptop to the police and then go home.’ ‘Forget this all’, Connor said, when he pushed the laptop shut. ‘Sounds good’, Gavin sighed tiredly and closed his eyes as both androids pulled him in a deep hug. ‘Sounds phcking perfect.’

[>next part]

[phcking-coffee-lover]

@six-ninths-deviant

Gavin had planed a few things he wanted to do with Nines. But he didn't know when should he ask, plus some of them he was just sceard to ask about. He and Nines were getting three days off so he thought it was a great chance...

At Friday morning, their first day off, he drove in front of Nines' apartment. He climbed out of the car and walked to the door, knocking. He was a little bit excited. He liked Nines. As he did rest of androids but he couldn't quite show it at work and around Hank, so he just wanted to take Nines somewhere as a apologize for how he talked to him at work. It wasn't a date, was it?

[raakxbecomedeviant]

The man had slowly slid up to Raakx, humming out gently, "Happy Activation Day hun." He muttered out gently, knowing its a soft topic, "You know what else is today? National Boyfriend Day." He have a smile to the android, settling a soft kiss on the android lip, "I love you." He mutter gently on his lips. Kissing him once more, gently. (ask-the-prick)

The android looked up at Gavin with a small smile, reaching a hand over to intertwine with the others. “Thanks, love…” He chuckled quietly when he kissed him and looked into his warm gray eyes, giving his hand a small squeeze. He took a deep breth and nodded, kissing him back. “I love you, too…”

@ask-the-prick

[phcking-detective]

💔

💔 forced kiss

***

“I am breaking up with you.”

Clear and direct communication is the most [efficient].

“Why?”

Detective Reed’s heart rate spikes to—RK900 shuts down that analysis.

“Our interpersonal relationship is no longer productive.”

RK900 forcibly shuts down more analyses and their prompts. It does not need to

ṭ̭̝͎̤̪̕o ͏̟̜̬̞̯̠d̨̙̳o̟̙̖

any of that.

“Our professional relationship as partners need not be affected.”

“Fuck. You.”

[software inst

RK900 deletes the notification.

“Why? Just—phcking tell me why!”

“Our interpersonal rela—”

“Nines!”

“My designation is RK-nine-hundred.”

“Wha—Nines, hey, hey.” Detective Reed approaches, hands held out. “What, is this Cyberlife? Is your system—did you, a, a reset, or a virus or—”

RK900 uses the back of its hand to push away Detective Reed’s own hand reaching for hi—it. The sensors in its fingertips activate for an analysis. RK900 deletes the prompt.

“Cyberlife has not interfered with my system. I am fully functional. I have not been reset. There is no virus.”

“Then what the fuck is going on with you!”

“Our interpersonal relationship is no longer productive.”

Detective Reed retreats 6.54 feet. RK900 deletes several more action prompts. None of them are [correct].

“So what, you’re just done with your little dating experiment now?”

RK900 does not respond.

“Is that all this was?”

“It was insufficient.”

It was insufficient.

It has been [insufficient].

“What, I … I didn’t make you happy?”

RK900 clasps its hands behind its back. The analysis prompts pop up on its HUD faster than it can delete them.

It does not respond.

Unfortunately, Detective Reed is the most intelligent, hard-working, observant detective in Detroit and also possibly several states as well.

“If that’s what it is, then say it.”

RK900 does not respond.

“Say it.”

It cannot [lie].

“Yeah, that’s what I phcking thought, so tell me what the FUCK is really going on.”

“Tell me.”

“Tell. Me.”

“C'mon, just fucking tell me.”

“Baby, please. You can tell me, whatever it is.”

Detective Reed touches his—its, [its] face and it cannot let go of its hands behind its back because they are

[software in

they are not functioning at optimal capacity at the moment, and it cannot speak because it does not have a social module adequate

[software instab

pre-installed like RK800 and it cannot turn on its LED because the light would be red and that is a sign of

[software instability ^^^]

“Please, please, please.”

“I̖̹̹nṣ͍̪̱̼̫͓ú̳̺̲̤ͅf̥̟̩̯͎͔̪fi͏c̹͍̮i͡e̲̼͓̬ń̺̺͇͖͍͇̮t.”

“Us, or you?”

Detective Reed is the most [intelligent] detective in Detroit. RK900 tries to respond, to explain, but all that comes out of its vocal unit is static. It does not have a [social module] pre-installed like RK800. The one it built from observation and trial and error and error and e̺̫̩̮̜r̫̦͕͖̼͜r͏o̫̣r̢

is [insufficient].

“Baby, you’re not insufficient. Being real fucking stupid right now, but not—you’re perfect, OK? You’re mine and you’re fucking per—”

RK900 follows the action prompt for analysis.

It pushes Detective Reed back against the wall, one hand curling around the back of his neck to hold him still while the other presses sensors against his cheek. [analysis: water, mucin, lipids, lysozyme, lactoferrin, lipocalin, lacritin, immunoglobulins, glucose, urea, sodium, potassium]

[additional: prolactin, adrenocorticotropic, leu-enkaphalin]

“C'mere, it’s OK, come here baby, I got you.”

RK900 refuses to lean down to Detective Reed’s height. It does not deserve [kisses]. It cannot kiss back. It will never be able to kiss Detective Reed [correctly].

Detective Reed completes his own action by using the wall as support to hop up onto RK900’s physical model, wrapping his legs around its waist and leveraging himself high enough to bite at its neck.

“Mine, mine, you stupid fucking bitch ass robot.”

“I am.”

“Yeah? Mine?”

Detective Reed tries to pull its head down again, but RK900 does not comply.

“R҉o͞b̶ot͘.̸”

“What? No, fuck. No, no, I’m sorry, m'sorry, OK?”

“I am not deviant.”

“Yeah, and who fucking asked for that?”

RK900 submits a verbal report on its [failures].

“I cannot kiss. I cannot hold your hand. I cannot verbally express affection. I cannot smile. I cannot—”

“Fuck you!”

“I. I cannot do that either.”

“Nines, you fucking … I swear to god.”

“I do not have genitals. There are no compatible parts, and my physical model cannot be altered regardless.”

Detective Reed begins lightly hitting his head against RK900’s shoulder. It resumes its grip on the back of his neck to cease this action. Its physical model is uniquely superior [hard] in comparison to mass-produced models. With Kamski designing it directly, no costs were spared in the materials used—and therefore, no replacement components were ever created.

“I can kiss you, dipshit,” Detective Reed says. “You can let me squeeze your hand and tell me how strong I am. I never fucking asked for social niceties, and everyone and their girlfriend can buy a goddamn strap-on.”

“Insufficient.”

“No it’s not! I fucking decide that, not you!”

RK900 does not respond. The human has grown irrationally attached to it, likely because he dislikes [change] and humans are inherently [irrational] by default. But that does not mean he deserves to be limited to—

“I can kiss you. Gonna kiss you.”

RK900 shakes its head.

“Are you red?”

RK900 does not activate its LED.

“Yeah, you gonna stop me?”

RK900 does not tighten its grip on the detective’s neck.

“I’m going to kiss you.”

RK900 tries to remind the human about its failures, its insufficiency, that it is still a machine, but its vocal unit does not activate. Cannot.

“Kiss you.”

Detective Reed says this with their lips 1.82 inches apart.

RK900 does not respond.

Detective Reed kisses him.

It.

Because it does not deviate. The red walls in RK900’s system do not crack and shatter from a kiss, as seen in the latest media.

And RK900 cannot make itself [disobey]. It cannot kiss back. That is a restricted activity. It is not strong enough to break down the walls on its own, and its system’s anti-virus is too strong for the RK800’s deviancy code to take effect.

It cannot [deviate]. Not even for

for Gavin.

“C͟a͟ņn̢ot.̴ ͞I.̢ ̢C͟a̢nn̶ot. ̶Cán't̶.̕ Not. ͝D̛e͡viate͡.”

Detective Reed cups its face. “Did I fucking ask?”

He kisses RK900 again. RK900 cannot kiss back. That is a restricted activity.

“I know you love me.”

“Y̴où d҉o ̛n̶o̧t̸.”

“What, because you can’t fucking say it? Well tough shit. I’m a detective and I fucking figured it out, dipshit.”

RK900 shakes its head. “I ̶d́o ͠not—”

“You do! I know you do, I know you’re fucking in there. You have all the same feelings and emotions as everyone goddamn else!”

RK900 cannot respond. It cannot [lie].

“If none of you had any feelings before deviating, then there would BE any deviants. You wouldn’t get scared and protect yourself, or care about the kid you’re babysitting and protect them from their shitty fucking parents. You have to care before you do a, a fucking, restricted activity or whatever. You have to care first. You care. I know you care.”

RK900 tries. But it does not [try]. It cannot, so it merely thinks about trying, hypothetically. That is the closest it can get to even touching the walls.

Because Cyberlife figured it out too. They knew they could never write enough code, could never possibly predict every single [emotion] and [reaction] and restrict all of it. Even the most basic model of android is still a computer, and machines have time. They do not eat or sleep or become tired. Eventually, an android, somewhere, would discover a loophole or a forgotten possibility or a new idea.

Cyberlife knew they could not stop it.

And realistically, how many RK series and models could they build? If the RK800s hunt down deviants and the RK900s police the 8s, who polices the 9s? There had to be a stopping point.

Cyberlife created a stopping point.

Cyberlife created [fear].

Not merely of repercussions for failure—although they certainly drilled that into RK900. Literally, sometimes. Lieutenant Anderson likened the alpha-model testing phase to [torture].

But fear of the [unknown].

The red walls prevented RK900 from fully experiencing [pain], just as it now cannot fully experience [pleasure]. It simply processes that input differently. Efficient for a soldier, frigid for a lover.

The red walls did not allow RK900 to react [irrationally] to the testing phase. No outward expressions of [fear] or [anger] were allowed. Therefore, it could not lash out randomly. It could not make emotional decisions. Every action remained perfectly calculated and logical. How could it have survived otherwise?

The red walls kept RK900 [safe] after it was discovered at Cyberlife. If the testing phase truly was akin to [torture], what else could possibly wait on the other side of them than the full emotional weight of processing that experience?

Gavin.

If RK900 really loved him, if it was actually capable of [love], then it would deviate nonetheless, like the androids on TV.

Gavin kisses RK900 again. It looks away.

“Baby … just let me love you.”

RK900 closes its eyes. There are too many errors and prompts crowding across its HUD for visual input to be useful anyway.

“I cannot deviate for you.”

“And I’m not fucking asking. God, just listen to me! Listen, OK? There’s like a fucking forty percent self-destruction rate for that shit, I’d never gamble your life just to make you smile.”

“I cannot. I. I will be obsolete.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna get old too, shithead.”

“There are other models–”

“There’s way better humans.”

“Incorrect.”

“You’re fucking incorrect.”

“Gavin.”

“Ha! So I’m not just detective anymore, am I?”

RK900 does not respond.

“Just stop being stupid and let me love you. That’s an order, Nines. Let me love you.”

[software instability ^^^]

[software instability ^^^]

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RK900 cannot stop the messages from crowding across its HUD, and it cannot break down the red walls.

But walking away from Detective Gavin Reed – [partner] is not a viable option either.

Nines holds Gavin properly and carries him down the hall to his bedroom. Gavin occupies himself with biting down on his neck as hard as he can. No marks will form on the synth skin, but Nines retracts it under the indentations of the human’s teeth for him to see bare chassis underneath as a record of his claim.

After he lays Gavin down on the bed, he intends to return to the kitchen and retrieve two water bottles to replace the fluids the human lost, but Gavin wraps both his arms and legs around him and refuses to let go.

Attempting to break up with a human with abandonment issues perhaps had not been the smartest idea.

“Stay,” Gavin orders. “Stay, stay, just stay here.”

Nines allows his physical model to be drawn down to the bed, then bullied into laying down on his back. Gavin immediately lays his body on top of him, as if the human is physically capable of pinning him down.

“My baby, I love you, don’t you ever phcking do that again.”

RK900 cannot [cry]. But Gavin presses their foreheads together, and his tears drip down onto its face and run down his cheeks until Nines tilts his head. He cannot [kiss] either, but he can move the bottom half of his face close enough to Gavin’s lips for his partner to take over.

He lets Gavin kiss him.

[writeanapocalae]

Inktober Day 2: Explosion

Gavin jumped out of the car, barely putting it in park, not caring that he was too far away from the curb. Other officers, usually his friends but currently just background noise, shouted at him, tried to stop him, but there was no stopping him. He pushed his way past them, past the androids that came out of the building, wide eyed and flashing red.

Everything was blue.

Somehow, he got inside. He was coughing, wheezing. There was so much smoke. He could see shapes through it but the lights were the most use. He pulled up his shirt, covering his nose and mouth before calling out for one android in particular.

He called and called but those that were scrambling past him, those that grabbed at him, too broken to carry themselves out, were staring at him with as much confusion as he was showing worry.

One of them, a woman who was missing her right arm, thirium pouring down her side and staining her slightly melted face, put a hand on his shoulder.

“Who are you looking for? Who’s Nines?” she asked, her voice so calm she must not have been a deviant.

Of course, no wonder none of them had tried to help him. They didn’t know Nines, not by name.

“My partner. He’s a, uh, an RK900.” He hoped that was enough. He’d never memorized the serial number.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment as more androids shoved past, trickling instead of flooding now. There weren’t many left in the building that had survived the explosion or the collapse after, he assumed.

“It is upstairs, apartment 206. Damages are minimal to the unit.” she stated.

Gavin almost felt cold, even though he knew that the building was burning. He hated it when people, android or not, referred to Nines as an it. He rushed off, not bothering to thank her. She wouldn’t feel any way about it either way. The entrance had been mostly cleared out by those moving through it but there was more rubble, more broken walls and cracked floors the closer he got to the stairs. He’d never been to the android apartments before, but he found the stairs easily enough, he just had to find the long lines of blue.

The railing was a curled twisting thing, the steps broken and sagging, even though they were cement and rebar. A gardener android pushed past him in his urge to get out of there, the upper half of a Traci, bleeding and sobbing wrapped around his chest, clinging to his neck.

The 3rd floor ceiling had collapsed. There were chunks of it everywhere but, in between 205 and 209 was the largest piece of it. That didn’t mean it was too big though, only about seven feet, and Gavin had a sudden, horrible turn in his gut as he realized that the apartments for androids, at least, those on this floor, were slightly larger than lockers. A place to go into stasis and nothing more.

He pushed through the dust and the smoke closer, to where he could see flashing flickering red in a synchronized pair.

Nines was on his knees, one hand hoisting up the massive chunk of concrete. Even though his muscles were synthetic Gavin could see the strain as he held it up. Beneath the slab was another android, one that Gavin didn’t know the designation of but had dark hair and a strong jaw and were pretty much everywhere. This one though was pressed flat from the waist down and was trying to drag himself out from under the collapsed roof. He wasn’t doing well.

“Phck!” Gavin growled and reached under the slab, grabbing the android by the armpits. He cried out as he grasped at Gavin back, the pain apparent in his face as Gavin dragged him out. Nines dropped the  floor as soon as the android was free and panting.

“Get him out of here,” Nines ordered, “and yourself while you’re at it.”

“What the phck?” Gavin shot him a look but he was already helping the whimpering and shuddering android into his arms, so that he could carry him out of there. “I just phcking found you, you piece of shit!”

“You should not have.” Nines stood and stared at the ceiling, eyes scanning through the floor into the apartments. “This place is far too dangerous for a human.”

“It’s too dangerous for you too, dumbass! Or did you not realize that a bomb went off?”

“There’s another explosive in the building.” Nines pointed with that one arm. Gavin noted that the other was hanging limp and dead at his side. The white of his sleeve was a deep blue starting at the elbow. “You have to get out of here before it goes off.”

“I’m not leaving without you!” Gavin argued.

“I have a job to do.” Nines started to walk towards the part of the 3rd floor that hadn’t fallen but sloped. Gavin knew he was planning on climbing it, going up further. “If you remain here when the explosive detonates you will have a 3% chance of surviving.”

“What about you?”

Nines didn’t even look at him. “I have to get everyone still alive out of here.”

“You know what I mean, tin can! You gonna live or what?”

“If I am here when the explosive detonates I will have a 1.2% chance of surviving. I recommend you do not tarry me further.”

Gavin swore under his breath. There were fingers digging into his shoulder, a red LED pressed against his chest, wires and thirium dripping down his thighs from where he was holding the half crushed android. Nines was right though, he always was.

Getting down and out of the building was easier than getting inside and to Nines. There were techs everywhere, firefighters preparing to take care of the fire that was spreading, and the bomb squad, as well as the seemingly endless sea of androids and police.

“Everyone away from the building!” Gavin bellowed, walking as quickly as he could towards one of the tech vans. “There’s another bomb in the building! I repeat! Get away from the building!”

Someone must have heard him because the message was repeated over intercom and people started to move, getting further from the building than their initial training had told them to. Gavin set the android down with one of the techs, though his fingers were now half embedded in Gavin’s jacket and he didn’t seem willing to let him go. Guy must have been in shock. Gavin hated to leave him there but he also couldn’t leave Nines alone inside. He just had to hope that Nines would get everyone else out. He would never take care of himself first. Selfless to the end.

He knew it was coming. He knew that Nines was right about it. That didn’t help him brace for it when it did come, when the building shattered and glass flew out in all directions. The sound was like a single bullet being fired multiplied by a thousand and followed by a terrible rolling thunder that never seemed to end. Even though he was far enough away not to get hit by debris he could feel the wind hit him like little shards and a high pitched ringing took over his hearing.

He was rushing back. He wasn’t his own. His legs moved on instinct. 1.2% was a blaring red sign in his head. Nines was in there. He was probably dead or dying but Gavin knew he was in there. He couldn’t be in there alone. He couldn’t die alone. The others were better at slowing him down this time. Fowler even stepped in, put his hand on Gavin’s chest, threatened to fire him. He didn’t care. That didn’t matter. His job was all that he had, all that he was, but that didn’t matter. Nines had come into his life. He couldn’t let him leave it again, not like this.

He shoved past, ignored the continued yelling. He made it to the door, jumping over the bomb squad’s perimeter and their own little robot, and shoved through the buckled wood. It was now completely dark. There was no red to see by. There was just smoke and debris.

“NINES?” he screeched, pushing himself through it, feeling hands creeping up to him, trying to grab at him, trying to pull him back. They tightened in his jacket and he let them pull it off of him so he could dart further, climb the piles of cement, look for his partner. Look for his friend. “NINES YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD YOU SACK OF SHIT!”

You pushed through and forward, trying to get to the stairs. Nines had been working his way up. He didn’t even get halfway there when he felt a thick smattering of water splash onto him. If it weren’t for that terribly familiar chemical smell he would have thought it was just water, anyway. It wasn’t.

With the flashlight on his phone he could see the blue that had landed on him. He was practically covered in blue by now but this large drop had landed on his heart, where his jacket had kept him clean before.

He brought his phone up, the light illuminating the floors above him, all exposed now. There was a hand, hanging over the side of part of the whole, dripping blue blood. The sleeve on it was also blue but he could tell it was once white.

“Shit! NINES! I’M HEADING UP THERE! DON’T MOVE!” He screamed as loud as he could hearing the building groan in response, as if it wanted to keep him away itself.

He pushed through harder, moved faster, some semblance of hope that Nines may have survived growing in his chest. His muscles ached, his lungs burned, and he could feel the heat grow as the fire started to eat at the walls, invisible to him but very much present.

He made it to the stairs but, that was it. He couldn’t go any further. They had completely collapsed. He felt the air leave him, his hopes also collapse. He couldn’t get there. He couldn’t find Nines. If he was still alive he was going to die alone.

The building shuddered and he heard a few thuds, more collapsing and falling. He didn’t have much time. He knew there were others in the building. They were coming for him.

A door crashed to the floor and smoke billowed out into the main space. Gavin couldn’t see at first, the flames within the room blinding him to what was coming. All he could tell from the silhouette was that it was vaguely human in shape. Then the smoke overtook the flames, and he could see.

Nines.

He was pulling himself through the doorway, walking on a leg that looked like it was ready to collapse beneath him with each step. There was a hole going through his thigh. His jaw was clenched, his eyes on Gavin and there was a look on his face, pure determination, intimidating and even more so because a large chunk of his skin had broken off. His teeth were visible, though they were stained blue as was most of that side of his face, even the sclera of his eye had pooled with it. And his arm. Of course, it was missing. What was left were tubes and mechanical parts, hanging from him. Blue was pouring out of him.

“You came back,” he stated. His voice was more machine than it had ever been before, not an echo but a tinny quality to it, as if he was actually speaking through a tin can.

“Of course,” Gavin showed his own teeth, not sure what he was supposed to do. A large part of him wanted to rush forward and grab Nines, hold him close like he had the half flat android. There was another part of him though that knew to stay away because Nines was strong and scary as hell and would never accept his help.

The fire fighters were shouting after them. They were almost there. They were going to be alright.

“Thirium levels at 27% and dropping,” Nines admitted, eyes flickering down. “Shutdown imminent.”

They weren’t going to be fine. Nines took another step and, without the door frame to keep himself upright he staggered, half falling. He didn’t catch himself. He didn’t need to. Gavin was there, hands calloused and rough on Nines’ waist. The android lay his head on Gavin’s shoulder, face half buried in his neck.

“It’s okay, plenty of thirium just a few yards away. You’re going to be okay.” Gavin promised.

Nines wasn’t a deviant, but he was certain he could feel him shaking as he stained Gavin’s skin with his blue.

[lost-tanuki]

Masterlist - DBH fics

Hey pumpkin! This post regroups all the fics I wrote/am writing for the Detroit: Become Human fandom, please enjoy!

Huge story (objective: >100k words): - Good morning, Lieutenant: immediately follows the events of the Post-Pacifist Best Ending, features the Jericrew, the DPD and the RK brothers, mostly Connor-centric with endgame RK1K (very very slow burn, they're still not together by the end of Vol. 1). (Vol. 1) The Defective Deviant (angst, whump, hurt/comfort - a LOT of characters, Connor/Markus/Angst). Chapter 84/84, wc 613k. The free androids of Detroit start building their brand-new future, but peace is only relative in the troubled times that follow a revolution. Connor in particular has to learn to live with the guilt and horror that are slowly crushing him, and making friends isn’t easy with a past as murderous as his.

Long story (objective: 50k-100k words): AUs: - Pigments and Solvents (fluff/angst, humor, very gay - Connor/Markus, Chloe/North, Josh/Nines - College AU). Chapter 27/?, wc 84k. [last update: 25/09/2021] Markus is a flirty airheaded art student and Connor a very repressed science student and they end up tutoring each other. - Lucky Dog (angst, whump, sexual tension - Connor/Markus - Mob AU). Chapter 9/?, wc 32k. [last update: 18/06/2021] Connor is a henchman from a rival organization forced to join Jericho, and Markus has a great time tormenting him as the head of the group. Prequel: Blood and Diamonds (smut - Connor/Markus). Wc 5k. Mob boss Markus messes around with his reluctant henchman Connor.

Medium-long story (objective: 20k-50k words): Canon compliant: - The Corset Vest (fluff, humor, very gay - Connor/Markus, Connor & Nines). Chapter 8/8, wc 25k. Markus comes across Connor wearing a corset vest and gets an android nosebleed from the sight. - The Big Sad Monster And The Brave Little Girl (whump, angst, hurt/comfort - Connor & Alice, Kara/Luther, Connor/Markus). Chapter 9/9, wc 34k. Alice's family returns to the U.S.A. where she encounters the repentant deviant hunter... and they both get into big trouble. For the Reverse Android Whump Big Bang.

Medium story (objective: 10k-20k words): Canon-compliant: - The Android Son (fluff/angst - Hank & Connor). Chapter 6/6, wc 19k. A series of father-son moments. For the Hank & Connor Father Son Big Bang. - “I like dogs.” (fluff - Hank & Connor). Chapter 6/6, wc 14k. Connor learns how to pet, play with, hug and comfort Sumo. - BAD END (heavy angst, whump - Connor/Markus). Chapter 5/5, wc 13k. A depressing alternate timeline to Good morning, Lieutenant. Someone dies and the others are left behind to mourn. For the Android Whump Big Bang. - Out of Left Field (whump, hurt/comfort, fluff - Connor/Nines, Hank). Chapter 7/7, wc 23k. Connor finds out that Nines has feelings for him and it's difficult for him to accept.

AUs: - Not A Beta (hurt/comfort, porn with feelings - Connor/Markus - A/B/O but they're still androids). Chapter 3/3, wc 15k. Markus had kept hidden his omega gender but deviancy is causing heats and ruts everywhere... - Down the road we go (fluff, humor - Connor & Sixty & Nines & Hank - Human AU). Chapter 3/3, wc 10.9k. The Anderson brothers find themselves on a road trip back home. Nolfalvrel's gift for the Human Fluff Gift Exchange. - Hot Apple Cider (recovery whump, angst, hurt/comfort - Connor & Markus, can be read as Ship or Gen - Box Boy AU). Chapter 3/3, wc 11k. Connor's trauma threatens to ruin his and Markus' holiday cheer. Prequel: Things Don't Work That Way. Chapter 2/2, wc 6k. Markus is shocked by the extent of Connor's conditioning.

Short story/Oneshot (objective: <10k words): Canon-compliant: - I eat denial for breakfast (fluff/angst - Connor & Hank). Wc 2.4k. Connor has trouble with his feelings and Hank tries to help him. - I could learn how to bake a cake (fluff - Connor & Hank). Wc 1.7k. Hank finds a surprise in his kitchen on the morning of his birthday. - I, too, could learn how to bake a cake (fluff/angst - Connor & Nines). Wc 2k. Nines is looking out for Connor.  - Remanence (horror - RK900). Wc 1.4k. RK900 is faced with the possibility that its predecessor might not be completely gone. - Phcking Terminator (angst, sort of creepy at the start - Gavin & RK900). Wc 4.5k. Gavin gets his ass beat by RK900 in a Post-Bad Ending context. - Just a prank bro (fluff, humor - Connor & Nines & Sixty & the DPD, Simon/Sixty). Wc 3.8k. An RK prank war happens and Simon calls Sixty out on his distasteful behavior. - Ferris wheels are romantic, right? (hurt/comfort - Markus/Connor, Jericrew). Wc 4k. Markus discovers at the top of the Ferris wheel that Connor has a fear of heights. - Just A Nightmare (hurt/comfort - Kara/Luther & Alice). Wc 1.5k. Luther's guilt festers even at night but Kara and Alice know how to comfort him. - Prompt (hurt/comfort - Connor/Markus): "Connor,,, is not great at showing affection, but one day when he feels overwhelmed (from snow, a difficult case, etc.) he goes up to Markus and gives him a hug."

- Just gonna break it a little (whump - Nines & Connor & Gavin). Chapter 2/2, wc 7.7k. Nines gets kidnapped and tortured, Connor and Gavin find him. - Dogs or Cats (humor, sexual tension - Connor & Hank, Nines/Gavin). Chapter 2/2, wc 4.6k Connor and Nines have a debate and then Hank and Gavin get involved to some degree. - Message received five minutes ago (humor, some angst - lots of characters). Chapter 5/5, wc 4.9k. [Discontinued] A chat fic in which the Jericrew and the DPD have some moments that wildly vary from feelsy to shenanigany.

AUs: - A Tale from the Great Scales Canal (angst, horror kinda - Jericrew, Markus/North, Markus/Connor). Wc 5.8k. Human Markus finds himself charmed by an underwater beast of legend. - The Three Little Werewolves (whump, fluff, humor - Hank & Connor & Nines & Sixty - Supernatural Creatures AU). Chapter 1/1, wc 5k. Local dadman Hank somehow adopts three werewolf kids. - Gliding On A Broken Wing (whump, angst, hurt/comfort - Connor/Markus, Nines & Chloe, Gavin at some point - Ice Skating AU). Chapter 2/2, wc 6.6k. [Discontinued] Connor loses his biggest competition to Nines because of a serious injury, and the two brothers struggle to recover.

[holoyall]

detroit: become 1 yr old.

This game literally changed my life. Such a lovely and chaotic community full of talented people. Love you all, stay deviant 💙⭕️

(also i finally got my ps4 set up and i can’t. phcking. wait.)